Yang Zimei knocked on the door and entered Zeng Zhenlong's room.
Zeng Zhenlong was lying on the bed, covering his chest with his hands, pretending to be in pain, and humming in a low voice.
He is not a good actor.
This play was a bit lame.
From his chanting, Yang Zimei could tell that his vocal tract, airflow, and lungs were operating normally.
He was actually pretending to be sick and tricked himself into coming here.
Yang Zimei couldn't help but frown, feeling angry and funny.
Grandpa Zeng is already over eighty years old, but he still uses this trick.
"Grandpa Zeng, how do you feel?"
She pretended not to know anything, walked up to him, sat in front of his bed and asked.
"Niuniu, I had severe angina just now, but now I don't have much pain anymore."
Grandpa Zeng also sat up, but still pretended to be weak, "Why did you get here so quickly? Aren't you at a friend's house?"
"Well, they came by car."
Yang Zimei replied, but she rolled her eyes at him several times in her heart.
Just now, she was afraid that he might suffer from angina pectoris, so she rushed over as fast as she could.
"Niuniu, do you live nearby? Is that why you came so quickly?"
Zeng Zhenlong continued his cunning questioning.
"Well, it's not that far."
"Is it over there on First Street?"
Zeng Zhenlong directly stated the address.
Yang Zimei noticed the clue.
He asked this question several times where he lived. Did he realize where he lived?
Or maybe some rumors reached his ears?
After all, if Jiang Yufan knows the current situation, there is no guarantee that he will not tell others about it.
But, Jiang Yufan doesn’t know who he is?
It's really strange.
Just as he was thinking about it, the landline phone in Zeng Zhenlong's room rang.
Yang Zimei stretched out her hand to help him pick it up.
Before she could say anything, the crackling voice of her second cousin's aunt came from inside, "Grandpa, why did you hang up on me just now? I really saw Niu Niu coming out of Jiang's house, but she flashed too fast.
I can't take photos as evidence."
After hearing these words, Yang Zimei immediately felt that his blood ran cold.
It turned out that they had long suspected that they were living in Chiang Kai-shek's house.
Ye Wenxin even lurked at the door to take pictures.
Grandpa Zeng pretended to be sick and went out of the door so that Ye Wenxin could see clearly.
She had a cold face and hung up the phone directly.
"I'm leaving."
Yang Zimei said to Zeng Zhenlong in a cold tone, "Don't pretend to be sick anymore. You won't understand the story of the boy who cried wolf. If you are really sick next time, I don't believe it, so that's it."
After saying that, she strode out of the room regardless of Zeng Zhenlong's shouting from behind.
I met my eldest cousin Cheng Xiaojing head-on.
"Niuniu, you are here."
Because Yang Zimei saved her husband and might marry into the Jiang family, her worth would be very different.
Therefore, her attitude towards her was very different.
"Um."
Yang Zimei looked at her very coldly, ignored her again, and left quickly.
"What's going on with Niu Niu? So rude? If you give her three points of color and put it on bright red, isn't it that she hasn't married into the Jiang family yet? She just pretends to be aloof and looks down on others. When she gets married, what will happen to her nose?
Isn’t it true? Do you still care about our Zeng family?”
Cheng Xiaojing muttered dissatisfiedly and walked into Zeng Zhenlong's room and saw him clutching his chest and his face twisting together in pain.
